
Weary
the old grey knight
hangs up his sword
his shield
in the shape of a kite
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Days
of conflict past
As he looks back
on life
he is downcast
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War
is all he has known
killing
blood
bone
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Reflecting
on what he has been
he sees his life
existence
all as unclean
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Overwhelmed
by the feeling
he promises himself
that the rest of his life
will be devoted to healing
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He cannot
undo what has been done
but he will try
every day
he has breath under the sun
This is awesome. Loved it!
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Wonderful, Stuart!! Funny, I had a dream along these lines. Beautiful poem!! ๐
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Thank you! Itโs weird how sometimes these coincidences pop up! ๐
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Yes, it’s the poetic collective consciousness. :)) And well these topics are of course universal and on all of our minds right now.
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I like to think itโs the collective consciousness, I adore that idea ๐
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Superb!
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You’re welcome.
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Iโm sure there is a colkective unconscious. Beautiful poem Stuart
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There is definitely something! Thank you for your lovely comment ๐
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You are very welcome Stuart ๐
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Excellent! Like the weary knight trying to make things right.
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Thank you! ๐
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Oh, wow. Love this and the story you were able to unfold from one picture! You have quite a gift for that!
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Thank you for your lovely comment. Glad you liked! ๐
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This is lovely, Stuart. Thank You. ๐
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Youโre welcome and thank you ๐
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My pleasure! ๐คโค๏ธ๐
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